Amelia’s POV

Glass crunches under my heels as security pulls us toward the exit.

People crowd around the wreckage. Phones out. Taking photos. The chandelier lies in twisted metal and shattered crystal where Daniel and I stood thirty seconds ago.

"Everyone back!" Security chief Silas Kingsley, waves people away. "This is a crime scene. Nobody leaves until we get statements."

"Crime scene?" Patricia Morrison's face pales. "You think this was deliberate?"

"Chandeliers don't just fall." Kingsley ...